the good scissors,
the good knife,
the good
pan,
the good
potato peeler?
why can't i find
them
amongst
the broken ones,
the dull
and bent.
why do i hold onto
things
so long?
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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